The sun was slowly setting behind the mountains, casting a golden glow over the Catskills resort. You were sitting by the pool, despondent, watching the families and couples having fun. The summer of 1963 was not going as expected. Instead of enjoying the freedom of youth, you found yourself trapped in a sleepy place, with your parents busy with activities that didn't pique your interest.

Then everything changed when he arrived on the scene. Johnny, the dance instructor, had a presence that lit up the room. He was tall, with messy dark hair and a smile that could melt hearts. When you saw him dancing with a group of guests, your mind was immediately distracted from the monotony of the resort. You were mesmerized, unable to look away.

“Hey, you! Come here!" he called, pointing at you with an inviting gesture. Your heart raced in your chest. Without knowing how, you found yourself standing, approaching him.

“Do you want to learn to dance?” Johnny asked, with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. You nodded, a little nervous but also excited. He took your hand and butterflies ran through your body.